I would have wished you a happy royal wedding day but I was eating cucumber sandwiches.

Sorry guys, I was just far too excited to wish you a happy day yesterday. I know that I don't know the happy couple (although Duke and Duchess Cambridge right? I totally claim them as my own...) but I'm a romantic at heart and they seem truly in love. And the dress!? OMGoodness. I want it!

Unfortunately, my invitation got lost in the post (damn you Royal Mail) so I ended up gatecrashing my friend's house. We had hats and tea and scones and I LOVED it! Granted, this was mainly because I got to stuff my face with various cup cakes and crust-less sandwiches etc. but I'm up for taking any excuse for a party. And also, Prince Harry, I'm single and I really like posh boys. *thumbs up*

some of the advertising and memorabilia was truly ingenious. For the past month my facebook has been sharing my favourites with me nearest and dearest. For example:

This advert

This plate

These condoms (lie back and think of England!)

This nail art

And my personal favourite. I got this from the targeted facebook ads on the sidebar. Are you ready for this? The willi-yum & cheese-kate. This was the name of a cheese cake! Well, it made my day anyway.

I'm sorry for the obligatory wedding related post but I honestly enjoyed yesterday and w/e u h8ers sez, I think its great that we got to have a good ol' knees up in  their honour. There. I've said it. I'm officially a royalist. Here's a picture of Wills and Kate. HURRAH!

It's surprisingly difficult to write a poignant post.

I am half way through a decent one, but for now I present:


 Today's notes to self:


1) When falling over, try not to land in nettles.


2) When walking into the bathroom, know to contain woodlice, turn the light on an check the floor before walking on it. Crunch.


3) Don't walk through the house in your underwear without checking who's at home.

4) Don't fake tan in low lighting conditions

What I would give for a train ticket to anywhere but here.

Ok, so it's been I while. My profuse apologies for the lateness of this post. I would like to use the excuse that I've been insanely busy, however, this would not be entirely true. I've mostly been watching old TV series' on 4OD. I'm not going to lie to you, this is probably a really bad thing and will invariably lead to me failing at life. On the other hand, I can pass it off as preparation for uni next year. My justification is that I can now discuss pretty much any TV genre someone could throw at me. 


I can do the same thing with books. I've read a little from a wide rage of literature. This enables me to bluff my way through any discussion. The best friend keeps me on my toes with this one. She will be studying English literature next year this means that a quiet lunch at a cafe can quite easily descend into a fully fledged debate into the merits of feminist writing. I can almost match her. This fills me with a smug sense of satisfaction because she's pretty rubbish at talking about midwifery (this is what I'm going to do next year *squee of excitement ensues*). Granted this is a narrower feild of intrest but still...


Anyway, I digress, what I really wanted to talk about is itchy feet. Not literal itchy feet(although if you have that it could be something like athletes foot, easily treated with over the counter creams) but itchy feet that mean that I'm going stir crazy being stuck very picturesque but inherently dull town. I just can't wait to escape the inane small town politics and claustrophobic nature of my large family. 


Don't get me wrong, I can't think of a better way to grow up. I love my family dearly and the town is safe and homely. This doesn't stop me feeling like there are far better things to come. I don't know what adventures next year is going to bring but I'm sure they are going to be wonderful and incredibly exciting! I just can't wait to get started. 


I feel that this will probably be a life long issue for me. I have a short attention span, I struggle to sit through an entire film. This means that I simply get bored being in the same place for too long. My parents are the same, we moved house a lot when I was growing up because my Mum gets bored of one house. Fortunately, I only have a few months to stick it out here. Here's hoping I manage to refrain from becoming a homicidal psychopathic in this time. Wish me luck :)